To Be Known Poem by Randy McClave

To be known,
Yet to be all alone
Is there a better way to enjoy a life;
To be able just to growl
And the whole world to prowl,
And not to ever worry about another's strife.

To be obscure,
And emotionally to be secure
Is truly every man's secret dream;
Just to be let loose
And go wild and maybe reproduce
Truly, that would be many men’s scheme.

To be suppressed,
Like the heartbeat in the breast
Not knowing if you were even there;
Never to ever be faced
Or removed or replaced
And not ever to be in another soul’s prayer.

To be forgot,
The dream that I have sought
Not to be needed or seen by anyone;
To just runaway, or to disappear
Like a smile or a tear
Happy I would truly be, just to be gone.

Randy L. McClave